All Chapters of The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALPHA JEFFREY The acrid stench of smoke dragged me out of sleep like a slap to the face. At first, my mind struggled to process it—was I dreaming? But the haze filling my lungs, the sting in my throat, and the heat that pressed against my skin jolted me upright instantly.I threw back the covers and my eyes went wide. The hallway beyond my chamber was swallowed in smoke, thick and curling, turning the torchlight into blurred halos. The pack house was burning.“Damn it!” I growled, already charging out barefoot, my instincts snapping sharper than any lingering grogginess.The pounding of boots thundered through the corridor. Guards rushed back and forth, some carrying extinguishers, others shouting orders. Panic licked the air. I grabbed one of them by the collar as he ran past, forcing him to halt. His face was streaked with soot, eyes wide with fear.“Where is it?” I demanded, my voice rough, edged with a rising dread.His chest heaved. “Alpha... it’s from Lady Charlotte’s room!”Fo

CHARLOTTEThe words slipped out of me before I even realized I had spoken them.“What is yours?”The silence that followed was like a blade pressed to my throat. Jeffrey’s shoulders stiffened instantly, and when his gaze flickered to me, it was a look I didn’t recognize. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, as though his tongue had suddenly forgotten how to shape words.I’d never seen him so… rattled.And then I noticed his fist, clenched so tightly that the veins in his arm pulsed with the effort. He was holding something, something he didn’t want me to see. His body shielded it like a secret, and the realization made my stomach twist.“Jeffrey,” I said softly, though my voice betrayed my suspicion. “Why do you look so tense? Why can’t you answer me?”For a heartbeat, he just stared, caught in the web of his own silence. My chest tightened.Finally, he exhaled sharply, his words tumbling out. “The coffee. She was just telling me the coffee is mine.”The excuse landed between

ALPHA JEFFREY The courtyard was chaos.I had felt the tremor before I even stepped outside, the kind of shift in the air that only raw, unbridled power could create. And when I emerged onto the marble steps, the sight that met me nearly ripped the breath from my chest.Charlotte.Not in her human form, but as something the world had long declared impossible.A silver Alpha she-wolf.Her pelt shimmered in the moonlight, every strand glowing as though the goddess herself had woven starlight into her fur. And her eyes burned straight through me.Around us, the pack erupted. Warriors stumbled back in shock. Maids dropped the baskets in their hands, their contents scattering across the ground. And then, as if bound by instinct older than time itself, one by one they fell to their knees for her.A growl rumbled low in my chest, my wolf clawing to the surface, furious at their submission. I could feel him surge against my skin, snarling, demanding that I reassert my dominance. I was their A

CHARLOTTE The moment his gaze locked onto mine, something inside of him shifted, stilled, then burned hotter than I’d ever seen. His eyes commanded me with just one word.“Come here.”I should have stood my ground. I even tried to, taking a small step back, bracing myself. But the intensity in his stare, that smoky gray darkened by desire, unravelled my will. Heat rippled through me, excitement coiling low in my belly. My lips parted, my tongue darted out to wet them, though I couldn’t say if it was instinct or a deliberate attempt to provoke him.“You heard me, Charlotte.” His voice dropped lower, soft as velvet, stroking over my skin like a caress I could feel in every nerve ending. “Come to me.”The sound alone set me trembling. He looked so severe, grim, battle lines etched into his face, hair falling like black silk around him, and his body so hard, so controlled, yet straining with the need of me. It wasn’t only the raw power of him, it was his eyes. The hunger there. The way h

CHARLOTTE The sharp edge of cold steel scraped against my neck, slicing just enough to make me flinch. My breath hitched, and instinct kicked in before my thoughts did. My wolf snarled from deep inside me, clawing to the surface, begging to fight. But I didn’t couldn't let her out yet.The dagger pressed harder against my skin, and I could feel the warmth of my blood trickling down to my collarbone. Whoever this was, they were shaking. That’s when it hit me, this wasn’t a skilled assassin. This was someone desperate. Someone scared.“Who sent you?” I hissed, my voice steady despite my pulse pounding in my ears.The figure hesitated. Then the hood slipped. My stomach dropped.It was Emmalaine’s former maid.Her eyes darted nervously, and for a split second, guilt flashed through them. That was all I needed. I seized her wrist, twisting it hard until the dagger clattered to the floor, and then I slammed her against the wall.“Who sent you?” I repeated, this time pressing my forearm aga